The Beauty of a Song, That Paints of Beautiful Picture of Sunday

Everyone knows what it's like to have a good-weekend. One that fulfills the needs and desires of the practical, spiritual, and fun-loving hearts. The day-before the end of a fulfilling weekend, being Sunday, may be ideally described in the song That's What I Love About Sunday -- in which Craig Morgan sings about the beauty of a Sunday, and paints-a-picture of relaxation, togetherness, and tranquility, revolving around (fulfilling) Sunday-type activities.

Being Together During a Long & Hot Summer

When it's 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside, there are three places where "we 'all' should be together" --

Either 1. the beach
          2. the pool
          3. inside, with the AC turned-up

Keith Urban sings about Summertime wanting-to-be-together ~

Luke Bryan sings about the irony of being drunk on a person, and high on Summertime ~ 

Kenny Chesney sings about greeting Summertime like an old friend, barefeet on dashboards, YooHoo bottles, and bikinis ~

Everyone at Some Time Needs Someone to Run to

Everyone needs comfort; someone to run to when everything seems to be spinning out of control. For some solace. A place for security, to feel connected. To feel loved. A person to remind us of what it's all about. To be able to be there for one another, is a wonderful thing. Lady Antebellum sings I Run to You which (to me) is a song about feeling connected and relationship security; comfort.

Carefree and Natural Beauties May (Actually) Turn Heads Quicker Than the Prissy Ones

Joe Nichols sings Gimmie That Girl -- a song about the appreciation of natural beauty. Apparently, a vivacious and fun-loving girl, who likes to sing around the house with her wildly-tossed hair-do, in the kitchen and barefoot (along with being make-up-free), is far more desirable and appealing than a stuffy, self-absorbed, perfectionist -- constantly checking the mirror for the security of her overly-made-up image, and too cool and sophisticated to let her hair-down to be fancy-free and fun without pretense. 

Every guy can probably relate to the allure/attraction of a natural and carefree/relaxed pretty girl vs. the overly prim-proper-prissy girl.

Is Your Destination of Retreat, the Ending Blacktop at the End of Your Hectic Week?

Where does one's soul want to go when the weekend comes? Away from the bustle and hustle of the city traffic, and nine to five routine? Do you want to own your weekend? It certainly does belong to you, after-all that you have busted during your hectic and laborious week.

Would getting away from the industrial-city setting, to a more beautiful and natural surrounding, be the appropriate thing to suit you and your tired blacktop-walking feet?

Perhaps listening to Keith Urban, singing about the place  Where The Blacktop Ends -- could take you away to a place that may be able to feed your spirit; or at least you could imagine it.

Or, perhaps watching Eddie Albert (Oliver) and Eva Gabor (Lisa), could feed your country-living desire to kick-off those shoes, and to put that cell phone away, and only talk on the phone if need-be, and at the top of a telephone-pole; and to bring an umbrella with you, if Arnold the pig's tail tells you to do so.

Perhaps Green Acres is the place, where that old blacktop ends! Forget Manhattan (for now), just give us that country air, interesting/eccentric neighbors, and a tractor.